Scene 4

EXT. – character jogging in the park early in the foggy morning

[as she stepped through the fog the wind was whispering something, as if it were trying to warn her, but she couldn’t make out what it was]

…If she only knew that it was her thought she should be aware of…

[Running, saying to herself]

There are times when the world is too much. When fate, fortune and the will of all turn against us, these are times of desperation, of hopelessness and of isolation. I’ve seen many turning to their faith, hoping and praying for relief, others reflecting within, searching for answers within themselves when none can be found in the world around them.

[Looking ahead, the park seems to be in an endless cycle of change, thoughts are gathering]

But no matter where you turn or where you look, you always learn about yourself and, in that small regard, our darkest times can be turned into our most valuable asset. For when we’re just going about our lives, we’re practically standing still. We’re not changing or making any effort to improve, we’re simply drifting. With shifts happening over months or years and little idea where we’re going, just a vague idea of where we’ve been, we learn nothing and grow little.

[Stopped for a second to take a deep breath]

The moments that move us not only change us, but show us the direction that we’re heading. For the first times in our lives, we see who we really are, what we’re becoming and are given the power to change it. Through the tears, pain and loss comes a sense of opportunity, a chance to rebuild, to improve and to grow.

[a soft silence covers still waters in the park]

In the long run, we are defined more by our dark times than the times we were just surviving. Our darkest hours are the ones that cast the sharpest contrast on our life, change us the most and make us who we are. For no destruction takes place without presenting an opportunity for recreation and no dark times can pass without providing valuable lessons and a chance to become something stronger.

[like a Scotch mist, pirate ghosts could emerge at any moment and drag her to the foggy oblivion: she has finally found her words]

Through it all, you must remember that the future is being written today, even as history is being destroyed. You must remember that when you emerge from these times, no matter when that is, you’ll be a changed person, wiser, stronger and with a new understanding of who you are.

[having reached only half of the distance, before she could realize it, the fog had disappeared, and the rising sun was already coloring the sky]

You must use that to work toward creating a better future, a greater tomorrow. That’s the only way to ensure that what was lost hasn’t perished in vain and the only way to paint a picture of your life defined not by the darkest hours, but by the lessons learned from them.

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